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A Daymare on Kelly Street

Part 3 Obstinate

This story is fiction,  a figment of my warped imagination.  Should the
characters in this story even remotely bare similarities to any real person,
living or dead,  it was purely accidental and any such similarities are strictly
coincidences.

This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate gay sex.  If
it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location,  then
please don't. If you are offended by acts of homosexuality between consenting
and non-consenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.

The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior discussed
in this story.  It was written strictly as a form of entertainment and acts
described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what the hell
they are doing.

Story codes:  M/M/Anal/Oral/Bond/NC/Spank/Hum/cbt

This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
Comments to:  robolder@excite.com    or   cumulust@yahoo.com


A Daymare On Kelly Street

by Rob

Part 3.

Obstinate

When I awoke again I found I was alone and securely fastened to the table. 
There was still a bit of pain and throbbing in my back.  I figured it would take
some time yet to heal.  I tried to move and a searing pain shot through me from
my lower back.

I let out a scream of agony.  I was instantly enveloped in a cold sweat.  The
pain was incredible.   My back must be torn to shreds, I thought to myself.  I
began to wonder if maybe I would require stitches.   There was no doubt in my
mind that I had open wounds.   Well if they took me to a doctor I was going to
scream for the police.  I had, had enough of this shit.

I heard the door open and someone come into the room.   I was terrified to move
incase I set my back on fire again.  I waited and followed the sound of the
footsteps as they approached me.

When the body came in view I saw that it  was Pat.

"I am in real agony Pat.  My back feels like it is cut to shreds.  How much
damage is there?"  I asked.

"It only feels that way Dink.  There are a couple of small cuts, particularly
down around the waist area.   But they are very minor and should heal without
even a scar in just a few days."  he answered quietly as he rubbed his hand
lovingly through my hair.

"You will just have to lie real still for a few more hours to allow them to
stitch themselves closed and then you should be able to get up and move around."

"The way it feels right now I may never be able to get up again." I complained.

"Don't worry I will take real good care of you.  Charlie has give orders for us
to get you healed up and back to your old self before your training begins."  he
said.

"That's awfully white of him." I blurted out.  "What's he want to do get me
healed so he can cut me up some more and laugh at my pain." I continued
bitterly.

"Believe it or not Dink, Charlie feels real bad about this.  He really does not
like to have anyone whipped.  But you did push the wrong buttons."  he tried to
explain.

"Well I will tell you this Pat, he doesn't feel anywhere near as bad as I do." 

"Would you like something to eat or drink?  he asked.

"Something cold to drink would be nice Pat, my mouth is very dry." I replied.

He moved out of sight and I could hear him doing something, but was afraid to
turn and see what it was.   I heard some liquid being poured and then his
footsteps returning to me.

"With that empty stomach and all the emotion you have gone through in the last
few hours I think it best that we start you off light.   This is Ginger Ale, I
have whipped it to flatten it.  It should settle easy on your stomach.  Just sip
it slowly."  he instructed as he placed a bent straw to my lips.

I sucked up on the straw and the sweet, cold Ginger Ale filled my mouth.  I just
let it sit there, moisturizing the membranes and linings of my mouth that had
dried out during my ordeal.  The I began swallowing little bits at a time.

When the first of the liquid hit my stomach I felt a little queasy but that feel
vanished almost as quickly as it came.  I swallowed a bit more and a bit more.  

My mouth was feeling better and the sugar in the Ginger Ale helped quell the
hunger pangs.  When I had, had enough he pulled the glass away and set it down
on a small tray that was beside the bed.  I hadn't noticed it before.

"I am going to go and heat up some beef bouillon for you, Dink.  That should
hold you to supper time when you can have a go at solid food."  he said as he
walked out of sight again.

After he had spoon fed me the bouillon I was feeling much better and I fell back
to sleep.

The next day Pat unfastened the chains that were holding me almost immobile on
the table.   He helped me to sit up.  I was amazed that there was no pain.  
There was a bit of discomfort but it wasn't what you could call pain.

He then helped me to my feet and walked me around the room a few times.  When he
felt I was ok he let me go on my own.

"You heal very fast Dink, that's good.  But I will now have to tell Charlie you
are better.  He will probably order that your training begin right away."  he
said almost sorrowfully.

"Do you have to, Pat?   Couldn't you wait until late tonight or first thing
tomorrow morning?"  I was almost pleading.

"Dink, there is one thing you better learn and you better learn it real quick.  
Never lie to Charlie and always do exactly as he commands and do it now.  If you
don't you will feel that whip again, that's a certainty."  he warned.

"Sorry Pat, this is all so new to me, not to mention confusing."  I offered.

"It's ok, Dink.  I just don't want to see you having to go through this again. 
Now go to the cage, you have to be locked in." 

Without any further complaint I walked through the open door of the cage, turned
and watched as he closed and locked the door.

"I will see you later Dink.  Remember do everything you are told."

I watched as he left, closing the cell room door behind him.   I was all alone
again.  My training was about to begin.  There was a small chair in the cell, up
against the cinder block wall, I went to it and sat down.

My slave training was about to begin.  All kinds of scenes of horror were
rushing through my mind.   I didn't want this.  I didn't want to be here in this
cell awaiting training to be a slave to a man I hated.   What had I done to
deserve this?

The door opened and two men dressed in the same black leather outfits as the
ones that were with Charlie just before my beating, entered.

Without a word they marched straight to my cell and unlocked the door.

"On your fucking knees slave."  one of them yelled.

Scared to death, I slid off the chair and onto my knees.  I looked into his eyes
which were just barely visible through the slits cut in the hood he wore.

"What the fuck are you looking at asshole?" he shouted as he made his way to me. 

I didn't see the belt in his hands snake out towards my naked skin until it was
too late.  It caught me on the right shoulder and the end flicked around and hit
right on top of one of the welts from the whipping.  I let out a scream and fell
over.

"That is lesson number one slave.  Always get to your knees and look down at the
floor when your betters enter the room.  Understand?" he yelled.

"Yes Master, Sir." I said quickly hoping to avoid another hit with that belt.

"I am not your Master, shithead.  Only Charlie is your Master,  we are your
trainers.   You will always refer to us as, Sir.  Is that clear?" he growled.

"Yes Sir.  Only Charlie is my Master Sir and I always refer to my trainers as
Sir, Sir."  I could see that avoiding the belt was going to take a lot of quick
thinking.

"That's better, maybe there is hope for you.   Do you know who we are Dink?" he
asked.

"Yes Sir, You are Pete and my other trainer is Larry, Sir." I answered.

"Ah a slave with a little tiny bit of a brain.   How about that Larry.  I don't
think we have ever had to train a slave that had a little tiny bit of a brain,
do you?"  he asked his partner.

"No Pete I don't think we have.  Now I wonder how we go about relieving him of
it.  I suppose we could put his fucking head in a vice and tighten it until it
squishes out.  But that might be a bit too messy.  Besides, I don't think that
little bit of brain is there anyway.  I think he may have it hidden in his
dick."  Larry said sarcastically.

"Ya know, I think you may be right Larry.   It would be just like an asshole
like this one to hide a bit of brain in his cock.   Have you got a bit of brain
hidden in your cock, slave?"  he asked.

Thinking real quick I answered, "No Sir, I don't have any brain at all, Sir.  I
am a complete idiot, Sir."

"Oh you are an idiot all right, Dink, but not quite as complete as you may
think.  Get on your feet, but keep your eyes on the floor.  Never look me in the
eyes or I'll beat the fucking shit out of you."

Afraid of these guys I quickly got to my feet, but kept my gaze on the floor. 
They pushed me out the door of the cell and over to the table.  The forced me to
lie on my still not completely healed back.   It hurt a bit but I didn't
complain, I didn't think it would do me any good anyway.

Once I was down, cuffs were applied to my wrists and my arms were pulled up over
my head, bent at the elbow down over the edge of the table.  The wrists were
then fastened securely to the table.  I could not move the arms at all.

They then placed my feet in the stirrups and secured them at the ankles, just
below the knee and at the top of the thighs.  The pulled the stirrups with my
bound legs wide apart and secured them.

Belts were threaded up through slots in the table and across my chest and pulled
tight.  I was unable to move my chest at all.   Then more straps were
crisscrossed across my shoulders and through the table and again fastened
securely.   The same was done at my waist.

When they were finished I was completely immobilize.   I could not move at all,
except for my head.

"Do you realize Dink that you are totally at our mercy?   We can do what ever we
want to you.   Anything at all." Larry said with an evil smile just barely
visible through the mouth opening.

"Now about that little bit of brain that you got hidden in your dick.  Charlie
don't like slaves to have any brain at all so as much as we hate this, we are
going to have to force you to give up that little bit of brain, Dink."  he said
this in the same tone that someone would use when tell another that they would
have to take a bad tasting medicine.

"Now how do you suppose we are going to convince you to give up that little bit
of brain, Dink?"  he asked.

I was totally confused.   I had no idea what the hell he was talking about. 
What bit of brain?  I only knew I didn't like the sound of it.  These guys were
going to do something that I was sure was going to hurt and hurt badly.

Too late I saw the belt heading towards my unprotected chest.   It hit with a
loud slap and the pain registered almost immediately.   I let out a scream.

"When I ask you a fucking question shitface you fucking well answer me." Larry
screamed. 

"Now how do we convince you to give up the bit of brain, Dink?"  he asked again.

"I don't know, Sir." I cried, the pain in my chest was still pretty bad.

"Oh that is most unfortunate Dink, because that means Pete and I will have to
figure out a way to do it.  Oh well we did give you a chance.  Now Pete what do
you think?"  Larry asked his partner.

His words sunk in and I became even more scared than I was before.   My bladder
was telling me it was going to erupt.  Where was Pat, why didn't he come and
protect me from these two nut cases?

"Well now Larry, it seems to me the only way to get rid of something bad in a
slave is to beat it the fuck out of him.  Now I would suggest that since this
little bit of brain is hiding in his dick, that we beat the shit out of his dick
until the bit of brain leaves."  Pete answered.

"Hey that sounds like a great ideal, I like it.   See Dink, Pete has found a way
to save you.   Isn't that grand."  he smile behind his mask.

"Please don't do this I begged.  Please Sir's, I haven't done anything to
deserve this.  Please, Sir's, no more beatings."  I was crying as I begged them
to leave me alone.

This beating of my dick did not sound good, these guys were crazy.

Pete walked over and put his hand on my flaccid dick.  He rubbed it a bit and
then lifted my balls.  All the while he looked me in the eyes.

Without warning he closed his hand tightly around my nuts and squeezed.  The
pain was incredible and I screamed out my agony.

"You were warned not to look your betters in the eye shitface.  So now you pay
the price for disobedience."  he yelled.

Pete then let go of my nuts as I continued to scream out my pain.  Because of my
bonds I could only lay there and suffer.

After a few minutes the pain began to settle down.   I had my eyes closed and my
teeth clenched trying to relieve some of the pain.   Suddenly I felt a warm, wet
mouth on my dick.  I wanted to look, but was afraid if I did either Pete or
Larry would be there and our eyes would meet and they would squeeze my nuts
again.

So I just lay there, the feeling of that mouth was much better than the hand
squeezing the nuts.

The warm mouth around my dick and gentle fingers now massaging my balls started
to turn me on.   It felt good.  Which ever one of them was sucking my dick, he
was really good.   I could not remember ever having my dick sucked so expertly.

It was now fully erect, and throbbing.  The sensations were fantastic.  It felt
so good after all the abuse I had taken recently.    The just as abruptly as it
started he stopped.  I wanted to scream no, no, keep going, keep going, but
instead just kept my mouth shut.  I didn't need anymore trouble or pain.

"Now lookee here," Larry started to put me down.   "Dink's little tiny dink is
hard.  Not very hard mind you, it isn't much of a man cock so can't get as hard
as a man's."

It is really humiliating to have another man looking at your pride and joy and
saying that it was, "little".   Then to add insult to injury to say that it
couldn't get hard like a real man.  He just kept on and on about it. 

At the same time, either he or Pete were continuing to stroke it, keeping it
hard.  Finally Larry had enough of what he considered fun.

"Now we beat that little bit of fucking brain out of this useless little dick." 
he said.

The hand was removed from my dick and balls.   The I heard something whizzing
through the air, just before impact I realized that they were going to beat my
cock with something.

I opened my eyes and saw that Pete had a switch in his hands and it was about to
contact the head of my throbbing cock.  I was unable to do anything to stop it
and it struck.  My cock was pushed down to my abs by the force of the blow.

The pain was incredible.   The head of my dick was on fire and the path along my
abs struck by the switch was also burning.  I screamed and tried to move but
couldn't.

I begged and pleaded for them to stop, but my pleading fell on deaf ears.  They
had no mercy at all, and only laughed out loud at me.

Pete just kept on whipping my cock.  It felt like it was being torn apart.  But
the real pain had not even started yet.   Pete gave me 10 lashes of that switch
across my now flaccid, burning dick and then stopped.

"Isn't this fun, Dink?" he teased.

I was in such pain I really wasn't paying all that much attention to him.  But 
he had my attention a few seconds later.

"Oh dear, Larry.   Poor old Dink did not learn the lesson you taught him.  I
guess your going to have to reinforce the lesson."  Pete said in mock sadness.

That got my attention but I couldn't figure out what lesson he was talking
about.

"It would be my pleasure to help poor old Dink learn his lessons, Pete.  Of
course I would be more than happy to give him positive reinforcement."  Larry
answered.

I was in a quandary.  I knew I was about to have something unpleasant done
because of something I had failed to do but was damned if I knew what it was.  
The pain in my dick was still incredible and I was having a terrible job just
trying to get through this.  Now they were going to lay something else on me.

Pete walked to the head of the table and grabbed my cheeks between thumb and
forefinger.   He squeezed hard and turned my face to his.   It was impossible
not to look him in the eye without closing my eyes and I had a feeling if I did
that I would be in trouble too so I just kept them open.

"You fucking shithead, when you are asked a question, you will fucking well
answer.  For refusing to answer my questions, Larry is going to reinforce the
lesson he taught you earlier.  Only this time you will get 10 lashes of the
switch against your fucking nuts.  That should drive the fucking lesson home."
he yelled as he let go of my face and backed away.

I was filled with instant horror.  The were going to do to my balls what they
had just done to my cock.   My bladder finally involuntarily let go.   This was
just too much to take.   I let out one mournful scream.

"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo."

They rearranged the stirrups so my balls were prominent.   I could do nothing to
stop them.   I didn't beg, I didn't make a sound, it wouldn't have done me any
good.  I just watched them and waited in terror, resigned to another round of
agony.

Larry didn't waste any time delivering the lashes.   Each one was ten times
worse than the one preceding.  I felt sick inside, my guts were churning.  I
screamed, and finally started begging but the lashes continued. 

Larry was enjoying himself immensely.  He called out each lash and laughed,
trying to get his laughter to out do my screams of pain.   On the tenth lash
just the tip of the switch caught my right nut, which must have been pretty
badly swollen my now.  The pain that erupted was beyond anything I had ever
experienced in my life.   I remember giving a loud scream and then passing into
blackness.

When I awoke I was no longer bound to the table.   There was an incredible pain
throbbing through my entire abdomen.  I felt like I wanted to die,  anything to
get it over with, to escape this none ending cycle of pain and agony that I had
entered.

Pat was sitting on a chair beside the table.  I didn't see him until he stood
up.

"How are you feeling, Dink?"  he asked quietly.

I looked at him, but didn't answer.  He was one of the trainers, and I now knew
that failing to answer his questions would mean more pain.   But I didn't care
at this point.   I no longer cared about anything.   All I wanted was to die, I
wanted to escape this hell and if I had to die to do it, then I would prefer to
die.

"Please Dink, I want to help you.  I don't approve of what they did to you, but
I can't do anything to stop it." he was almost crying.

I turned my head and looked him in the eye.

"I seem to recall that it was you, only a few hours ago that told me Mr. Charlie
was fair.  Well I am afraid my cock and my balls with disagree with you, Pat.  
In fact I disagree with you.  At this moment all I want is out of this
nightmare.  If the only way out is death then I will except it gladly, right
now." I said vehemently.

"Easy now Dink,  it is not that bad.  Just a little bruising." Pat reassured.

"No it is not just a little bruising Pat.   It is agony, constant agony,  and I
don't want any more.  I am going to give up.  They can do whatever they want to
me, but from this moment I do not intend to respond.  They will either have to
let me go or kill me, but I will not respond."  I looked him in the eye, then
turned my head away and closed my eyes.

He tried to reason with me, but I  closed him out, after all he was part of
Charlie's group.  He was with them and helped them snatch me.  No they were all
guilty of trying to destroy me and I had been helping them.  Well from now on I
would not help.  They were going to hurt me no matter how much I cooperated,
that was now a proven fact.  I had nothing to loose.

Pat finally gave up and left the room.  Tears rolled down my cheeks as I heard
him leave, Pat and I could have been very good friends under different
circumstances, I thought to myself. 

My testicles and penis were still burning and throbbing.  What kind of mad men
would do something like this to another human being, I thought as I tried to
forget the pain in my groin.  This and other thoughts were running through my
aching head.  I eventually fell into a troubled sleep.

When I awoke, my penis and balls were not aching anymore.  I tried to sit up but
found I was bound to the table again.  Well looks like they are going to start
again, went through my mind.

"Ah the Dink wakes up." it was Charlie's voice.

I decided that I was going to go through with what I had told Pat.   I would not
respond.  Charlie was either going to have to let me go or kill me, but I would
not respond to him.

"Are you feeling better Dink?"  he asked. 

I kept my head turned away and ignored him.

"Dink, I asked you a question, answer me." he said in a no nonsense tone.

But I continued to ignore him.

"Larry, make the little prick obey his Master." he said.

"My pleasure, Charlie." was Larry's response.

I felt him grab one of my fingers he started to bend it back.  The fucker was
going to break one of my fingers. 

I trembled in fear, tears began to roll down my cheeks again.  Well I was just
going to have to take the pain, I would anyway.  But one way or the other I was
out of this place.

I screamed in agony as Larry bent the forefinger of my right hand all the way
back to my wrist.   I heard a little snap and knew the finger had separated at
the knuckle joint.   The pain was terrible.  I screamed and cried, but did not
beg for mercy. 

Charlie asked me a question but I didn't even listen to what he was saying.  I
just tuned him out completely.  Fuck him.  He could go right straight to hell
for all I cared.  I just wanted to die.

I guess my not responding even though Larry had broken one of my fingers
convinced him that they had gone to far.

Everything became quiet, except for my crying and moaning.   My finger was
throbbing unmercifully.  Then I saw Pat.  He had tears in his eyes.

"Oh Dink please don't do this, he will kill you."  his voice was so sad it
penetrated my defiance.

I turned and looked into his eyes. 

"That's good Pat, that is what I want.  He only has two choices, let me go or
kill me, I don't care which.   I will not help him to torture me."  I closed my
eyes again and tried to block out the pain.

Pat got some material and went to work fixing my broken finger.   There was a
sharp pain when he pulled it to straighten it out and get the joints back into
the proper place.  He applied some ice to help prevent too much swelling.

The ice helped ease the pain.  After removing the ice he applied a  metal splint
then wrapped it tightly with gauze. 

"Well Dink, it should heal in a week or so, but until then you will have to wear
that splint.  I will keep a close eye on it to make sure you don't get any
swelling."  he said.

"Thanks Pat, it feels much better, but don't worry about it.  I will either be
dead or  a free man again before it heals.  Either way it really doesn't
matter."  Then turned my head away again.

I heard Pat give a little sob.   He really was hurting inside.   I felt sorry
for him but my own hurt was much worse.   I just wasn't in any mood to be
offering one of my captors sympathy at this moment.

Once he had fixed my finger he unfastened all of my bonds and I was able to sit
up.   There was still some pain in my nuts, but I could live with it.  He went
to the little kitchen area and prepared me a large bowl of vegetable soup.

I realized I was very hungry.  It was a little awkward trying to hold a spoon
with a splint on my forefinger, but I managed.  He asked what I would like to
drink and I told him milk.  He brought the milk and also bowl of fruit cocktail. 
I never realized how good fruit cocktail could taste.  But I guess the linings
of my mouth and throat had been taking quite a bit of punishment with all my
screaming.

After I had eaten he took me to a toilet where I was permitted to clean myself
and have a good crap.  He then took me back to the cell.  While we had been out
of the cell room, someone had placed a small cot in the cell.  Pat locked me in
my cell and told me to get some rest.

I didn't look at him, just went to the cot, lay down and closed my eyes.  I
heard him leave the room and close the door. 

I tried to sleep, but just couldn't manage it.  There was too much going through
my mind.  My testicles were badly swollen, at least three times there normal
size.  My cock was also swollen and had turned an ugly dark blue colour.  It was
uncomfortable to walk, but I just couldn't lye on that cot.  Instead I paced
gingerly back and forth across the cell.

Eventually I became very tired.  I lay down and fell into a deep sleep.  The
sound of the cell door being unlocked woke me up.

Pete was at the door.  The enemy.  I turned my head away and refused to look at
him.  I did not get off the cot and unto my knees as I had been instructed.  Let
him do his worst, I would not cooperate.

"On your fucking knees shithead." he bellowed.

I didn't move.

He walked over to the cot and went to tip it over.  I jumped up just in time or
I would have went flying onto the floor.  I just stood there and looked him
square in the eye.  I could see the colour rise in his cheeks, he was getting
pissed because I was not following the instructions given yesterday.

I watched as he pulled the belt from his waist.   He wrapped the buckle end
around his hand and raised it to strike.  I still didn't move, nor remove my
eyes from his.  I watched as the belt began it's forward movement.  I gritted my
teeth, knowing it was going to hurt.  But I kept my eyes locked in a steel gaze
on his.

The belt got me around the waist.  It stung like hell and I gasped in pain.  But
still I did not remove my eyes from his. 

"Get down on your fucking knees slave." he bellowed again, but now he was not as
confident as he had been.

I paid no attention, just kept my gaze on his.  It was actually funny.  Even
with the pain stinging my waist, I found the look on his face to be hilarious. 
I started to laugh.

It was one of those deep laughs, that start way down in your toes and move up
through your entire body.  A laugh so overpowering I no longer could feel the
pain.   Pete lifted the belt and let me have another whack, but I didn't feel
it.  Instead I just laughed all the harder.  Tears were rolling down my cheeks,
tears of mirth, not tears of pain.

This completely unnerved Pete.  He backed out of the cell, a look of horror on
his face.  You would have thought I had done something too him.  This only made
me laugh all the more.  He quickly locked the cell door and headed out of the
cell room.

As the cell room door closed I yelled after him.

"Run you fucking coward.  Run back to your fucking crazy Master,  tell him the
Dink beat you."  I found this so funny I fell to the floor in hysterical
laughter.

I just couldn't stop the laughing.  Even when I heard the cell room door open
and people enter.  I just went right on laughing, curled up in my little ball.

I heard them talking, but couldn't make out what was being said.  Didn't matter
I just wanted to laugh. 

Eventually I was able to get the laughter under control and stopped.  But it was
quite a while.  My stomach muscles were aching, laughing can be just as painful
as being beaten.

As the last of the laughter faded away I could take in my surroundings again. 
Mr. Charlie was sitting on a chair just outside the open cell door, Pat was
sitting on the table where I had been beaten.  Larry and Pete were standing
behind Charlie.

"You found something funny, Dink?" Charlie asked.

I looked at him.  At first I was going to ignore him, but then decided I would
speak.

"Yes Charlie, I did.   You Charlie, I found you funnier than hell.   You are an
evil man Charlie and I shall never be your slave.  I will never serve you.  I
will never obey you.  You only have two options Charlie.  Kill me or let me go
home.  Right now I don't give a damn which.  But from this moment on you do not
exist for me nor do any of your henchmen.  Do what you want with me, but I will
not obey.  I will not cooperate."  I felt no fear as I said it,  they had
already hurt me so much that I didn't fear their pain anymore.

As a final act of defiance, I turned around and showed him my back.  I couldn't
believe that I was doing it.  I knew that he was now going to be livid and I
would suffer more pain, but I was past caring.

I waited for the first blow to strike.  But the room remained quiet.  Not a
sound.  No one moved, nor do I think any of them breathed.

Finally I heard a creaking sound.  It sounded like Charlie was getting up out of
the chair.  There were a couple of foot steps heading towards me but they only
moved a couple of paces and stopped.

Claaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggnnnn

The sudden sound of the cell door slamming made me jump.  But I didn't turn
around.  I heard the lock being applied then everything went quiet again.

I could imagine him standing there behind me, looking through the cell door.   I
wondered what was going through his mind.   I wondered how long it would be
before he applied retribution for my insolence.  Well I really didn't care, all
I wanted was to die and get it over with.  Because I knew without any doubt he
would never let me leave this place alive.

To be continued.

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